At the Fair
the gypsy lady said
lady, I saw lots of people in your life
which one is the one for me, I asked eagerly
she looked in the Crystal ball and said quietly
I can't tell, the Crystal ball has gone all murky

I went to the palmist
asked him to read my palms
she looked and said, Miss, I see lots of suitors
which one is the one for me, I asked eagerly
she looked at both of my palms and whispered
Miss, something ain't right here, the lines are too faint

To the Astrologer I went
stargazer pray tell what my stars says
the stargazer drew the charts and plotted lines
told me, Young woman I see different connections
which one is the right link for me, I asked her gently
said, young woman, I can't say, the lines go in all directions

I skipped down to the Mystic Man
a turban on his head, smoke twirling in the air
Mr Mystic Man please tell me my fortune,I implored
he made some incantations and tied a red ribbon on my head
Oh, I see this and I see that and then this and that and then this
but I can't explain what is going on for my eyes is covered with dust

So I sit here now
feeling weak and unwell
call out to all the poets in the digital world
kind friends, I plea, let a gifted and brave kind one
write a true vision of this poor girl's situation coached not in
floweries or metaphors or obscure poets speech, I do inquire
for all these others have taken my silver and left me high and dry....